I sometimes think that my mindset hasn’t changed since I was eighteen. I certainly don’t feel any different than I did back then – my body is slightly larger than it was and I have more responsibilities, but I don’t feel out of place or older in any way…
That is, until I sit on a train and have to listen to a group of twenty year-old boys talk about their weekend.
It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK, so I’m currently travelling up north to go and spend the day with mum and the family. We left it a bit late to book a restaurant, so my sister and I are cooking at her flat, which works out perfectly because she has a four month-old pug puppy, Dougal, who can’t be left on his own for very long.
The train is surprisingly quiet, apart from this group of rabbiting numpties (I’ve decided that this is probably the plural of numpty, although I may be wrong) that have sat themselves behind me. Thank goodness they can’t see my face – the eye rolling has reached a maximum as I listen to them talk about how they got away with drink driving, how great they are on their Sunday League football team and how many women they have on the go all at the same time… They’re big men who clearly have their sh*t together, or at least they do in their own minds – they’re getting their own place, they’re buying a new car, they’re getting a promotion at work…
I would have possibly bought some of it, if one of them hadn’t just rung their mum to pick them up from the train station and asked if he could borrow £20.00 so he could go out with his mates this afternoon.
Bless. Sounds like his paper round isn’t paying him enough… It takes me back to when I thought I knew everything as well.
Is it wrong that I’m a little bit envious?
Hope you’re all having a fabulous day!